Harry ‘wakes up’ and goes tearing out of the room without saying a word. (Well, maybe he swears, but who wouldn’t, seeing that.) He gets there just in time to save the student before they hit the bottom.

Everyone is in awe of his powers, but Harry’s just cross about it.

(Those two students suffer the worst detention he’s given out to date.)

Harry gets so sick of all these horny fucking teenagers nearly dying that he just goes on a rant that ends in:

@caty-314 I made this Tumblr. I’m going to post the first few chapters of the Hellion piece on this AO3 account: https://archiveofourown.org/users/DeanJHarrison/pseuds/DeanJHarrison/

Harry: Well, I thought that each year we’d run a big project, in and around other, more fun focused, activities. I’ve got a few in mind for the first couple of years.

Others: Oh? And what are they?

Harry: The first year I thought we could try to breed a kind of invincible, but not immortal, rooster.

Others: ….why?

Harry: Well, I wouldn’t want to breed immortal roosters. That’s just cruel.

Others: Right. And why roosters?

Harry: Oh- *waves hand dismissively* in case of rogue basilisks.

Others: 😰

Others: And the other years?

Harry: We’re going to study Dementors, learn the Patronus charm, and learn why it’s a very bad idea to mess with your soul.

Others: …..

Others: Didn’t you say you were accepting 11 year olds to this camp??

Others: those sound like very...specific lessons

And Tom, well… he’s very confused, but the Divination Professor has already proven himself, so Tom will remember and apply everything he says just in case it becomes important later.

(This doesn’t make him any more fond of scrapbooking though, despite how fine the journal with his name on it that the Professor gave him is.)

It's a slow, meandering process but the first time Tom applies the lessons in real life, without any obvious cause or expectation of repayment, Harry is so proud.

Tom develops a knack for hands-on tasks (scrapbooking, wood craving, etc.) and is quietly surprised at how rapidly his skills in it grow. It also, he muses, feels good to do something with his hands while having to sit through another campfire talk about feelings. He'd just sit there whittling away at a lump of wood with a knife and let the voices wash over him.

(Cue all the complaints about how ‘That’s not how it works!’)